He blinks in surprise before squeezing back. When she looks at him, he presses his mouth in a thin line to (poorly) hide chewing his lip. He knows she can be a staunch protector, but she also tends to blurt out things bluntly.

But she is here.

"It's always been this way. He should have thought of a solution before he took ours away," someone says bitterly. "We don't have the means. We don't know what to do now."

"I'll look for a way," Midoriya says. "I don't need you to agree with me when I have nothing to give you. She's right--giving help unasked for is what Heroes do. So I have to go."

He's almost a frozen statue except for the wind messing up his curls and tears slipping down his cheeks. It's his turn to squeeze Uraraka's hand and tug.

"Let's go, Uraraka-san. We're trespassing," he says barely above the sound of the wind.